The sunlight filtered through the branches above me, making the ground delicate as lace. The birds flew in an out of the branches of the old willow tree, singing softly and leaving little to be desired in the serenity of my little corner at its trunk. I sighed. This day couldn't get any better.

"HUNGARY?! IS THAT YOU?!"

The shrill voice that was so similar to the screeching of a bugle made me wince. I kept quiet, hoping he would pass me by. The last thing I needed was to have to deal with Prussia's idiocracy. I gripped my frying pan harder.

"There you are! Trying to hide are we?" Prussia's smug face was clearly visible as he tore open the branches and disturbed my lace. "What are you doing back here anyways? Too scared to socialize with us men?"

"I AM NOT!" I retorted passionately and made a show of my frying pan. "I just wanted some peace and quiet! Something I will never get with your LOUD-ASS MOUTH AROUND!"

"Sheesh Hungary, I didn't mean it! Don't need to be a sourpuss!" He eyed my weapon warily, and I smirked.

"Well?! Are you going to leave or what?!"

He hesitated at this for some unknown reason in his pea sized brain. I scowled at him and rose to my feet. Then he seemed to make up his mind, and a look of determination washed over his face. I stepped back.

"Why do you think I was looking for you?! Of course I'm not going anywhere! In fact..." There was an evil glint in his eye. "…I've actually come to take you with the awesome me!"

In a flash he had grabbed my hand and was dragging me across the lawn.

"Dammit Gilbert! I. HATE. YOU. SO. MUCH!"

With every word I brought my frying pan down on his wrist with my free hand, and with every smack I heard a very unmanly whimper. Nearby I heard laughter. I looked up and my heart sank further. Not those two….. Suddenly my ordeal was over, and I was standing shakily before the leering faces of none other than Spain and France. Spain of course had the honor of disarming me.

"What do you want with me you immature-"

I was cut off by a rough hand to the mouth.

"Now, now amour, all we want is a little fun!" France looked me in the eyes as he said this, trying to make me melt. Not going to happen. I bit down on the hand that covered my mouth and felt a burst of satisfaction at Prussia's yelp of pain.

"What are you talking about?! What the hell do you want?!"

"Oh nothing really," said the Spaniard on Prussia's right. "Francis, why don't you tell our little angel here of our plot?"

Frances eyes instantly lit up with glee. "See amour-"

"Quit calling me love! I will NEVER be your love!"

France chuckled lightly at that, and smoothed down his hair casually. "All we want, well, all he wants—" He waved at Prussia, who gave me a grin. "All he wants is a little kiss. Just a small peck, nothing like you would get in my country of course." His smile grew wider, and I wanted to punch it so badly, but my hands were being held behind my back by Spain.

I glared at Prussia. Was this some sort of joke? I struggled to free my hands and felt something cold and metallic slip into them. I smirked. Leave it to Spain to make everything all too easy.

"Come on liebe, you know you want to! I mean, who doesn't want the awesome me?"

"Me!"

I swiftly brought the frying pan down across his face. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell, curled into the fetal position. I gave a satisfied smirk and turned to my former captors. "Which one of you is next?!"

They both fled. I soon caught up to a particular unlucky Frenchman, and soon he too was knocked out cold. Spain stopped running and grinned.

"Well Miss Hungary, I guess you owe me a favor! I did just spare you from Prussia after all!" His green eyes flashed as he appealed his case. I relented.

"Fine. Thanks I guess. Now go eat churros or something!" I turned away and marched back to Austria's house. There goes my perfect morning.